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Post by Dark Beauty on Jul 11, 2006 20:35:01 GMT -8
The dark girl listened to everyone, nodding at each one in turn. "My name is Yelena. Yelena Kozovanka. I am pleased to meet you all." She was silent afterward. She had never been very social... there had never been any reason to be. Everyone hated her, anyway.
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Post by 7john7 on Jul 12, 2006 16:08:14 GMT -8
Rylond simply listened to everyone as they stated their names. Though he didn't acknowledge them, he just listened. Kozovanka? That name sounded familiar to Rylond. He thought on this for a moment and then just threw all the the information in his head.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 12, 2006 17:23:43 GMT -8
"You can call me Roy," the teen stated in an almost proud manner. He looked at Yelena with a smirk, inching a little closer, and running a hand through his red spiked hair. "Though YOU can call me anything you like."
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Post by mizuki on Jul 12, 2006 23:50:10 GMT -8
Sarah watched the boy. "Seems boys will never change no matter what they do to the culture," she said, putting emphasis on the word boys. Rolling her eyes, she looked down at the tracker. She couldn't understand it at all, so she asked, "Does anyone know how this thing works?"
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Post by Raiku on Jul 13, 2006 9:10:38 GMT -8
"No, I just assume that in time we wll get to our destination."
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Post by 7john7 on Jul 13, 2006 12:04:17 GMT -8
Rylond shook his head at Roy. "Roy, you probably can't even guess how many lame lines like that she's heard from every other boy she's come into contact with."
Rylond chuckled as he leaned his head against the wall. "And I think you were just added to the list.... But then again. I'll let the young lady speak for herself."
Rylond shut his eyes for moment taking advantage of all the time.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jul 13, 2006 13:48:10 GMT -8
Yelena looks first at Roy and then to the boy who had just spoken. "Actually, sir, I have been given a few lines in my day, but it is always obcenly amusing to get a new one, and I rather liked this one." She turns to look at Roy once more. With a perfectly sraight face, she asks, "May I call you 'Stuffed Shirt,' then?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 13, 2006 15:04:47 GMT -8
"Huh...?" Roy asked, not understanding the reply, yet he got the feeling he was being mocked. "Whatever..." he remarked, sulking. He hopped off the crate she was on, and sat in a corner to sulk until they arrived.
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Post by Raiku on Jul 13, 2006 19:38:15 GMT -8
(hope everyone said what they wanted too in the vehicle)
The van screeched to a halt. Sending David sliding for a moment. After regaining his balance, he helped the driver open the back. He was the first to jump out. Stretching as soon as he could.
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Post by 7john7 on Jul 13, 2006 20:32:28 GMT -8
Rylond kept his eyes shut, though he listened to Yelena's response and smiled. He liked this girl already.
Rylond opened his eyes as soon as he felt the loss of motion in the vehicle. Once it stopped he stood up, but he let everyone get out before he did.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 14, 2006 19:05:40 GMT -8
"Gah!" Roy shouted as he was thrown to the floor. "what the heck happened?!"
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Post by Raiku on Jul 15, 2006 17:09:49 GMT -8
David huffed and turned around as he brushed some hair off his face, "We stopped, come on, us guys are supposed to report to Dorm...AFIV." He extended a hand to Roy, trying to help him up.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 15, 2006 17:21:35 GMT -8
Roy knocked the hand away, getting up by himself, though it was more difficult without David's help. "I'm fine..." he remarked, brushing himself off. He moved over past David, and unlatched the door.
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Post by Raiku on Jul 15, 2006 17:30:09 GMT -8
David smiled, he had seen this arrogance before... A jumped out the door, he peered at the map in his pocket. "Hmm...it's in the Northern Wing of the complex. So, that way." He folded it and put it in his pocket as he hoisted his bag over his shoulder.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 15, 2006 17:32:08 GMT -8
"Why wont the drivers take us all the way there?" Roy asked, hopping out himself. He had no bag, backpack, or anything with him except the clothes on his back and his Identification papers, and a little coinage.
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